“Why am I alive?” she asked.
“Because I asked for you to be alive.”
She charged at him, raising her fist. He caught hold of her and pressed her against the wall, restraining her.
“You f**king bastard. I hate you. They were my family. Why couldn’t you let me die with them?” She fought him.
The cries from her throat broke his heart.
“You owe me. You f**ked with my head, and now you owe me. You’re alive because I asked for you to live.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” she asked.
Whizz couldn’t answer. In truth, he didn’t have a clue what he wanted from her. It was over. Gonzalez was dead, the Savage Brothers were gone, and it was now time to start the next chapter of their lives. Whizz knew he couldn’t live without Lacey, and that’s why he couldn’t let her die.
Epilogue II
Chaos Bleeds
Three weeks later
Piston County
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lexie asked.
Judi was sitting up in bed eating some Jell-O while Ripper fussed around her. Simon was bouncing on the bed, happy. Lexie held Josh while Elizabeth was snuggled in her father’s arms.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve never felt better. The doctor is optimistic about all my options.” Judi smiled over at Ripper. “Can I tell them?”
“Sure, baby.” Ripper leaned down, licking the Jell-O off Judi’s lips. “Um, tasty.”
“Seriously, Ripper, she’s my daughter, and if you do that in front of me, I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Devil said.
“Daddy cursed!” Simon held his hand out for money.
Lexie chuckled as she watched her son waiting for his money. With everything that had happened, Lexie had installed a curse jar in the house. When they weren’t in the house, Devil had to pay Simon a dollar each time he cursed. She thought it was cute, but at this rate, Simon was going to be a billionaire by the time he was a teenager.
“I swear, Lex, that jar was the worst thing.”
“It works. You hold your tongue. Now, shush, I want to hear what Judi’s got to say.”
Judi and Ripper shared a secret smile. “We didn’t know about it until the doctor came back with her blood tests, and it’s a miracle it survived what she went through.” Ripper took hold of Judi’s hand. “We’re pregnant.”
The smiles on the young couple’s faces were so sweet.
Feeling happy, Lexie reached out taking her hand. “Congrats, honey.”
“We’re going to be pregnant together,” Judi said, rubbing her stomach. “I can’t believe it.”
In the three weeks since the visit to Fort Wills, everything had returned to normal. Well, if you called a breakup between Devil and Tiny, normal, then they were on course for normal. The two presidents hadn’t talked in all of the three weeks. Lexie talked with Eva all the time.
The Chaos Bleeds crew was spending their time rebuilding the strip club and putting the town back to rights. Well, Devil said it wasn’t going to be a strip club but possibly a night club. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she trusted him. The girls that had been taken were slowly being sent back to their families and were trying to repair themselves.
No matter what Lexie said, Devil wouldn’t get past his resolve. He was determined to sever all ties with Tiny. She couldn’t argue with him. Tiny did insult the club and the club’s name.
“Well, I guess I’m going to be a granddad,” Devil said, smiling.
Lexie groaned. “I’m going to be a grandma. I’m too young to be a grandma.”
Judi and Ripper started chuckling.
“Babe, you’re going to be the hottest grandma out there. You’ll put a new meaning to the term GILF.”
She lashed out punching Devil in the arm. “Will you stop?” she asked.
“Never.” Devil pulled her into his arms. They were all good. A knock at the door sounded.
“Can we all come in?” Pussy asked, holding Sasha’s hand.
“Sure, come on in.”
Pussy, Sasha, Death, and Snake all entered the room. They were carrying balloons and wrapped baked goods, judging from the smell and smiles.
“It’s good to see you moving around, princess.” Death put the flowers down beside her bed, reaching over to kiss her cheek.
This was the family she knew and loved. Gonzalez was out of their lives, and they were all free to move on. Glancing up at Devil, she saw he was indeed happier than he had been since Gonzalez had entered their lives.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve got my family, my crew, and my town all safe.”
They had buried Kayla next to Ashley. In the graveyard they were collecting a number of bodies, memories that Lexie didn’t want to touch. She hoped in the coming years she didn’t add more people to the mix.
****
At Christmas Death stood in the clubhouse as the crew started to put up the decorations. He loved and hated Christmas. The season was about forgiving and moving on. Death moved on, but he never forgave.
He watched as Lexie stood on a chair and started to put up banners. She was heavily pregnant, and Devil was holding onto her h*ps as she was precariously balanced.
Unlike the last couple of Christmases there was not a sign of The Skulls. It was like they never existed, which he knew was wrong. The two clubs should be friends, and it made no sense to Death to sever ties. The rest of the club seemed fine with the change, but he didn’t like it.
The Skulls were a good group of men. Lexie and Eva still talked, but it wasn’t like it used to be.
Since Gonzalez’s death, the town was back in working order. There were no more threats, and the club was doing its best to set the town back up for people to work. One of the girls who didn’t have a family but had been sent to Gonzalez was working at the club. She had nowhere else to go and was too old to go into care at nineteen. He didn’t know much about her other than the fact she was a pretty little thing.
She had curves in all the right places, but again, he didn’t know how far Gonzalez had gotten his claws into her.
Sitting at the bar, Death watched the girl behind the counter as she served beer to the men. Her red hair caught the light, making him wonder if she was a natural redhead between her thighs.
Brianna her name was, or at least that’s what she told them all.
“Hey, beautiful, pour me a drink,” he said.
In all the months since Brianna had been working for them, Death made sure he wasn’t alone with her or put in any position where he could be vulnerable. It was a lame ass excuse, but Death wasn’t into making a commitment, nor was he into a woman so young. She was easily fifteen years younger than he was.